Sonnet XXV -- A Little Less Conversation A Little More Action

In the underwear of faceless women

Lays a secret passage to paradise

A whirligig dream of bliss and semen

Where copulation is never a vice

If you play your lust in daydream theater

Without the mess of a breathing woman

You won’t be called a bastard or cheater

Or a rat or skunk or other vermin

But is sex by telephone worth the dime

Or doesn’t that matter after a while

Is it hotter if it feels like a crime

You get no closer than the keypad dial

I prefer the memory of naked love

The feel of skin as he crouches above